I stayed silent, hoping that Aunt Lydia would give more of an explanation, which she did.
“You were getting some monthly payments after your father’s death, but that is going into a trust fund for you until turned eighteen.”
“A trust fund?”
“That’s just basically a bank account that no one else can take money out of until it’s time to give it to you.”
“But why didn’t you tell me about it?
A frown appeared on Aunt Lydia’s face. She looked upset. I knew I shouldn’t have brought this topic up. What was I thinking?
“I thought you already knew,” she said. “The money should have already been going there since your father’s accident.”
I shook my head sideways. I had been aware of the checks, but that they were solely intended for my use was a surprise.
“That bitch,” Aunt Lydia muttered.
I nearly jumped. My aunt never swore.
“Of course my sister was keeping the money for herself.”